A clever girl once told me, good poetry can do without a title, it makes the poem ambiguous

Daily words 28.1
poetry
pornography
graffiti decorations, run with roses.
they want to know the answers,
and open up our minds.

My journal,
is void of relationships.
I never say goodbye,
I sneak away in silence.

Chat-room 511
monsters and scars
in the end, it doesn't really matter how hard you try.
Time is worth nothing.
Plays magic tricks with his friends money and love.

She knew who I was.
But never got to know me.
Couldn't even be bothered to,
too busy playing with my heart.

My mind has been misrepresented.
In the wrong organs and the wrong light.
I gave up the fight.

like the moon shining with the light of the sun.
maybe some day I'll be like you too
live on other people's energy.
Now I sit by myself.
You took the best of me, cast a cloud of shadows around me. please go away?

Phantom-326.
I am a number not a name.
I am a bank account not a person.
The memories are like pictures, they remind me of nothing more significant, than the pose that was popular that year.
I don't deserve a brain, Hopsin please take it.

You are mainstream like the hipsters,
I washed up on the shore.
poetry rhymes,
so Christianity made my mom a whore.

Identity is wrong.
Individuals are outcasts.
So when they see the edges,
they crawl back into the barrel.

They are missing out on the party I was giving on the outside.
But I miss the company.
Maybe next time I'll incorporate corporate ideas.

I'm running out of words sucker's, see yah!







...are they gone?
K!
Dj,
play my track...